Imagine my surprise. Hooted at by a white van. Not, to my amazement in a get out of my way cycling filth fashion but as a tribute to my legs. Well, that's the way it came across to me anyway. A man of discernment one imagines, particularly given my chosen costume for the commute.
Heavy old hybrid, baggy top and unfeasibly baggy shorts. Lost a bit of weight since I invested in those. Altogether quietly happy to hear it. It's a long time since I attracted any kind of whistle or cat call, and there's a certain age over which these things are welcome rather than irritating. I do realise though that some women could find this intimidating, aggressive, or threatening, and ponder over what an appropriate reaction would be given the bigger picture. However, I can only react as I react which is to smile to myself, not turn around, and just continue with my two wheel journey.
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